August 30, 2010

my baby loves fire and guns(this won't last, oh babythis won't last!)my best dresses are holes now,charcoal and flame(who knew dresses could burn so fast?)i'm turning into somethingi'm turning, turning bluei'm having another glass of whatforgets me of youyou saved me, babyand left my dreamy thoughts on fireroaring coals on the breakfast table,sheets of ashes when i'm tired.you stand there burning, burningyour arms are open, your smile is truei'm putting salve on my own burning handsand looking for something to save me from you.i'm stepping onto water,i'm sailing from this shoreyou're a light in the distance and i can't hearthose cracking flames any more.i have new best dresses, babynew rescuers, toothey wrap my hands and fill my glasswith what forgets me of you